No one could deny that the Balram Chowdhury was a man of great charisma. With a voice like steel, the metallic reverberations that came from deep within set attention upon him. He was hypnotic, as if he could cast some strange magic in the tender lulls and the fiery highs of his speeches. The Chancellor of the Exchequer was, at present, delivering his Budget speech, sipping every few paragraphs on a soda water. He always sipped.
“He’s a Fletcherist, you know.” Graham Harvey, the Member for Hartlepool, whispered as he leaned into the ear of his colleague, his eyes unable to move away from the man just three rows down in the green.
“I thought he was Anglican.” Susan Hunt, the Member for Clacton, replied softly with a raise brow, watching as Balram’s hands animated.
“He’s not, he’s as atheistic as half the church he claims to be a member of. But you notice how he only sips? You should see him eat, he chews until it’s liquid.”
There was a pause as they continued to listen to Balram. Harvey rolled his tongue over his teeth and a hand over the bald of his head until he felt the black belt of his hairline beyond his crown. He didn’t care much for Balram. They had entered Parliament together twelve years, and now in their sophomoric term in Government, Harvey felt his heart turn green whenever he saw him.
“What does it matter how he chews?” Susan whispered back sharply.
“It doesn’t.”
“So why bring it up?”
“He’s a Fletcherist, you know.” Graham Harvey, the Member for Hartlepool, whispered as he leaned into the ear of his colleague, his eyes unable to move away from the man just three rows down in the green.
“I thought he was Anglican.” Susan Hunt, the Member for Clacton, replied softly with a raise brow, watching as Balram’s hands animated.
“He’s not, he’s as atheistic as half the church he claims to be a member of. But you notice how he only sips? You should see him eat, he chews until it’s liquid.”
There was a pause as they continued to listen to Balram. Harvey rolled his tongue over his teeth and a hand over the bald of his head until he felt the black belt of his hairline beyond his crown. He didn’t care much for Balram. They had entered Parliament together twelve years, and now in their sophomoric term in Government, Harvey felt his heart turn green whenever he saw him.
“What does it matter how he chews?” Susan whispered back sharply.
“It doesn’t.”
“So why bring it up?”